I’m a hypocrite. A self-deprecating, sometimes optimistic, happy yet stressed mess who has somehow found herself living in a city where so many before me have wished to be.
I’m a dreamer who gets bogged down by reality.
A pessimist who believes in wishful thinking.
A life advice giver who can’t take her own advice.
A people person who needs to be alone.
A hyper emotional being who finds herself not knowing how to feel.
An introverted extrovert and everything in between.
I’m a hypocrite. I’m just not one in every sense of the word.
This is me.
NaNoWriMo season is upon us, and I’ve unfortunately found myself unable to take part. Having spent a large part of early 2019 writing, it makes me sad that I currently can’t, but I’m hopeful next year will be my book’s submission year! Best of luck to those of you participating.
Until next time,